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  1. male

    If I had waited any longer, not only would I have had a wet patch but also a very wet trouser leg and a large puddle on the floor! I was desperate a few more times while living there, including one Saturday morning when I woke up late with a very full bladder and had to wait ages before I could get into the bathroom, pacing around in nothing but a pair of boxers.
  2. male

    Thank you for the comments, I have just posted a follow-up story here!
  3. male

    This story follows my 'Too shy to say (again)' story, which you can find here: I ended up renting the room and living with the landlady for two months before I moved away to start another job. Although she was a lovely person, she used to take really long showers, which lead to a couple of desperate experiences for me. I came home from work one day much later than usual as I'd gone for a couple of drinks with some colleagues at a local pub. On the walk home I was absolutely bursting to go for a pee, I had not gone to the toilet since earlier than afternoon just after lunch and the pints of beer were now quickly filling up my bladder. It was quite a long walk, 30 minutes or so, and as I got closer to the house I started to get so desperate that I was almost jogging. In fact, while walking along a narrow footpath around the corner from the house, a woman walking in front of me stopped to let me walk by her. I apologised as I hurried past, and feeling a bit less shy than usual (perhaps it was the beers!) I actually admitted to her that I was 'dying for a pee' and was 'trying to make it home!' which made her laugh out loud. By the time I finally got the the front door I was really frantic and was jiggling on the spot as I unlocked the door, trying not to pee myself. I got inside, took off my shoes (gritting my teeth as I had to bend down and undo my laces, squashing my bladder which by now was visibly bulging), threw down my bag and walked quickly to the bathroom, unzipping my suit trousers in readiness for what was going to be a very relieving pee. Except that pee was going to have to wait, as my landlady was showering. I sighed in frustration and bent forwards, squeezing my cock through my boxers for a second before straightening up and walking into the living room. I paced up and down, squeezing myself through my boxers and glancing longingly at the locked bathroom door, desperately trying not to pee all over my suit and on her hardwood floor! I was glad that the other lodger wasn't home, as I was way past the point of being able to hide my desperation. After more than ten frantic minutes of pacing, moaning, bending and cock squeezing the shower was still running and I knew I wasn't going to be able to wait. I was too shy to knock on the bathroom door (and considering it was her house, it would have also been pretty rude) so I decided to go out into her garden and relieve myself behind her garden shed. I didn't want to risk squashing my bladder by bending over to put my shoes on so I just opened the back door and hurried out into the garden in my socks, but luckily it had been a warm day and the grass was dry. Hoping the neighbors wouldn't notice me, I ran down the garden with my suit trousers still unzipped, squeezing my cock for all I was worth, and rushed behind the shed. I immediately pulled my cock out and moaned as I started peeing, relieving myself loudly into the grass. I was peeing a strong stream for ages, relishing the feeling of finally getting to empty my bladder. I remember pushing my pee out in front of me as far as I could, because I didn't want to get any on my socks! Finally relieved, I zipped myself up and went back to the house to make a nice cup of tea!
  4. Some more desperate teachers: Once per year at our school we had a 'target setting day' where we would go into school just for a short one-to-one meeting with our tutor (I'll call her Emma) and set some targets for the year ahead. I had quite a crush on my tutor and I think most of the boys in the school did too. She was a dance teacher in her mid 20s, blonde, short and slim and always wore tight fitting sportswear which showed off her amazing figure. My meeting with her was scheduled just before the lunch break at midday, and she was running slightly late as the guy before me didn't come out of the room until a few minutes after my meeting was supposed to start. A few seconds after he left, Emma opened the door looking rosy-cheeked and flustered. She smiled at me and said a very breathless sounding 'Hi!' as she came out of the classroom, before turning around and locking the door behind her, jiggling up and down on the spot and scissoring her knees as she twisted the key in the lock. 'Sorry, won't be a minute, I've not had a break since this morning and I'm dying for the loo!' she said frantically, flashing me a pained looking smile before walking very quickly down the corridor to where the student toilets were. I watched as she unlocked the girls toilets, dancing from foot to foot and biting her lip, before rushing inside. Teachers were not supposed to use the student toilets but she clearly didn't want to hang on any longer! During one tutor session our class had with Emma late one morning, there was a guest speaker talking about bullying. I don't think Emma had chance to go the loo before the session started, as she was standing at the side of the room fidgeting all over the place. She was leaning back against the wall with her legs really tightly crossed, and every so often she could uncross them and pace around a bit before leaning back on the wall again and crossing her legs the other way. Towards the end of the session she had started to bob on the spot a bit and occasionally she would cross her legs and bend forwards for a second before pacing around, constantly glancing at the clock. When the session was over she wasn't able to leave straight away as she had to escort the guest speaker back to reception, so it was probably another ten minutes or so before she was finally able to go to the toilet. I also once saw Emma actually running across the school yard right at the start of lunchtime, heading from the dance studio to the building where the ladies staff toilets were located. She had probably not had chance to go since before lessons started that morning, and must have been absolutely bursting to resort to running for relief. After school one time just after the final lesson of the day, I saw an attractive blonde English teacher rushing down the stairs looking really tense, her boots clicking loudly on the hard floor. She then hurried along the corridor to the girls toilets and went inside, clearly too desperate to walk across the school and use the staff loos. One year at uni one of my flatmates was a trainee teacher, an attractive, tall blonde in her early 20s, who taught English at a local school. One afternoon, I was standing in the corridor of the flat chatting to someone when I heard somebody hurrying up the stairs. The door at the far end banged open and my flatmate rushed down the corridor towards us, looking frantic, her cheeks flushed. She stopped when she saw us to say hi, but she could hardly stand still. After a few quick words she said breathlessly ‘Back in a sec, I’m BURSTING for a wee’ while bending one knee towards the other, leaning forwards slightly. I tried to stall her by asking her about her day, and she stopped mid-stride, turning around to me with her legs tightly crossed, biting her lip. ‘Yeah it was OK, sorry I’ll talk more in a sec I just really have to go’. She walked quickly to her room and unlocked the door, legs tightly crossed, before hurrying inside for the loo. She told me afterwards that she’d been ‘desperate for a wee all afternoon’ but hadn’t had a chance to go before catching the bus home.
  5. male

    When I finished uni I managed to get myself a job just outside of London, and after looking online at some places to rent I decided to save money by renting a room in a shared house. I found a room that looked OK and was close to the office, and spoke to the landlady on the phone. She was very friendly, and we arranged a date for me to travel down and meet her and view the room. On the day of the viewing, I took the train to London, then took a tube to another London station (Waterloo) and then finally a suburban train to the town, where the landlady had offered to pick me up in her car and drive me to the house. By the time I got to London Waterloo after my long journey by train and then by tube, I was badly needing a pee. I'd had a big cup of tea that morning along with a couple of bottles of water during the journey, and had not been to the loo since leaving my flat. However, my next train was due to leave in just a few minutes, and I didn't have enough time to find the toilets. I decided that I'd just have to use the toilets on the train, but unfortunately for me, there weren't any! I just had to hold on, fidgeting in my seat. After a frustratingly long journey to the station, we finally arrived and I looked anxiously for the toilets, only to find the station toilets closed with a big 'Out of Order' sign posted on the door. I was getting really desperate now, and was considering trying to find somewhere discreet to have a quick pee when the landlady called me to say that she was waiting in the car park. Not wanting to delay her, I went to meet her and tried to ignore my very full bladder. She was an attractive curvy blonde lady in her early 40s, and very friendly and chatty so there wasn't any awkwardness. On the short car journey to the house, I really wanted to ask her if I could use the toilet as soon as we got there, but out of shyness I just couldn't bring myself to ask, and I tried to keep my fidgeting to a minimum. When we got to the house I took my shoes off and she showed me the room, then took me round the living room and kitchen, and the whole time I was trying to pay attention and not let on that I was absolutely bursting to go to the toilet. I kept trying to find a good opportunity to ask if I could use the loo but I was too shy! I thought she would then show me the bathroom, which I decided would be a good time to finally bite the bullet and ask permission to use it, but instead we stayed in the kitchen and she made us both a cup of tea. As the kettle boiled, we stood chatting and I couldn't help but fidget around from foot to foot, sometimes crossing my legs, and I'm sure she must have noticed but she didn't mention it or ask me why I was so fidgety! We went to sit in the living room and drank our tea, chatting some more, and I was finding it harder and harder to sit still and not squirm around on the chair as my bladder demanded relief. Luckily she could not see me bouncing my legs under the table! Eventually, we finished our tea and she offered to drop me back at the station. I was really, really bursting for a pee by this point and could hardly stand still. She then showed me the bathroom, much to my relief, as this was an ideal time to ask to pop in and use it quickly before I left. However, she was clearly very proud of her very large, newly tiled bathroom, as she took me inside and spent ages talking about it, and explained in great detail about the expensive shower with the large square shower head, and how nice it was to stand under there as the water poured out. I was literally standing right next to the toilet, stepping from foot to foot, absolutely longing and desperate to relieve myself, having to listen to her talk for ages about rain and splashing water. It was almost too much for me, and I was so close to interrupting her and asking to use the loo, but I just about managed to hang on until she finished speaking. She asked me if there was anything else I wanted to ask and I thanked her and said no, that was everything. I started to blush. It was now or never, I was going to have to ask. 'Actually...' I said, crossing my legs, 'May I use the toilet quickly? The ones at the station are closed.' I jiggled a bit on the spot and she laughed and glanced down at my legs for a second. 'Yes of course you may! I'll wait by the front door for you.' I thanked her and she left, closing the bathroom door behind her. Immediately, I turned around and unbuckled my belt, hopping up and down on the spot as I frantically undid my fly and pulled out my cock, leaking a few drops of pee into my boxers. As soon as I took aim at the toilet bowl I immediately let loose a long, gushing stream of pee, splashing loudly into the water below, and I groaned with relief as I was finally able to empty my aching bladder after waiting for hours. After pissing for close to a minute, I gave a big sigh of relief, and washed my hands before exiting the bathroom and walking down the hall to where the landlady was waiting. I'm pretty sure she must have heard me peeing as she smiled at me and asked if I felt better, and my face blushed bright red with embarrassment!
  6. Male

    True story about the time I was desperate at a friend's house after school:
  7. Male

    Not strictly a school experience, but this is a true story about the time I was absolutely bursting to go during one of my exams at university. The exam was in the morning, so I woke up extra early to do some last minute studying. To wake myself up I had a large cup of tea, and after that I kept taking sips of water to help me concentrate. After about an hour of studying it was time to leave, and by this time I'd drunk about a litre of water along with the cup of tea. I was feeling a slight urge to pee as I was leaving my flat, but as it wasn't urgent I figured I'd just go when I go to the exam venue. Anyway, the exam was in a building I'd never been to before, so it took me longer than I expected to find the room. As I was searching, I was also on the look out for the toilets, but didn't pass any on the way. I found the exam room just in time, and when I got there people were already walking in. I quickly looked around, but I couldn't see any sign of the toilets, and had no time to go and look for them. I was definitely needing to pee by now, but not wanting to be late for the exam, I had no choce but to follow everyone inside and take my seat. So there I was, sitting there needing the loo, facing the prospect of sitting through a 3 hour exam with a steadily filling bladder. The invigilators (both women, one in her 50s and the other in her late 20s) began to read out the instructions, and I tried to put my need to pee to the back of my mind, and focus on the exam. We were allowed toilet breaks, but its embarrassing putting up your hand in a room full of people and asking to go to the toilet, especially as one of my women would have to escort me there and back to make sure I didn't cheat, so I decided to just hang on until the end. The first part of the exam wasn't too bad, and I began to forget the pressure in my bladder as I focused on answering the questions. The exam itself wasn't too difficult but there was a lot to write, so I was concentrating hard to fit in everything I needed to write within the time limit. After about an hour and a half, I was fidgeting around in my seat a bit, trying to get comfortable and distract myself from my need to piss, which by now was getting pretty bad. I bit my lip as I looked up at the clock, realising that I was a bit behind and needed to work more quickly. I really could have done with a pee break but I decided to hold on and just keep working. Besides, the embarassment of having to be escorted to the toilets was stopping me from wanting to put my hand up and ask to go. I spent the next hour or so becoming steadily more and more desperate to go, but I had to keep my fidgeting discreet. I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself in front of a room full of people, not to mention the invigilators might have become suspicious if I was constantly moving around. I had to make do with keeping my ankles crossed tightly underneath my chair, occasionally fanning my knees in and out or bouncing my legs. I longed to reach down and hold myself through my jeans to help me hold on, but there was no way I could get away with it. The exam room was quite warm, and so I kept taking sips from a bottle of water I'd brought with me, and this didn't help my situation at all. With half an hour left of the exam, I was confident that I'd finish in time. The problem was, by now I was absolutely dying to go for a piss, and I was getting so desperate to go that I was having difficulty concentrating on the exam rather than the relentless, throbbing pressure in my bladder. I was having to make a concious effort to sit still and not fidget around in my seat, and more and more of my attention was being taken up by the urge to relieve myself. After a couple more minutes of bouncing my knees and squeezing my thighs together, I knew I had to ask. I put my hand up, and the younger invigilator saw me and began to walk over. She was actually very attractive, with a kind face and brunette hair, which made the fact that she'd have to escort me to the loo even more embarrassing! She leaned in and I asked her in a whisper if I could go to the toilet. She nodded. 'Yes you can, I'll have to come with you though' she whispered back, a shy smile on her face. I got up from my seat and followed her quietly out of the room. I was so desperate to piss that I could hardly stand up straight, my bladder rock hard. The door shut behind us and we walked quickly down the corridor. 'Closest toilet is this way, its supposed to be for staff but I'm sure they won't mind' she said smiling, clearly a bit embarrassed at having to escort me. 'Thanks, sorry I wouldn't normally ask to go but I'm really desperate' I said, my voice strained, making her laugh. 'Not a problem, nothing worse than trying to concentrate on something when you're bursting for the loo!' she said sympathetically. We rounded the corner and came to the toilets, and she stood in front of the toilet door, facing me. The door was half open, and I could see the toilet behind her, making me need to go even more. 'I do just have to quickly check your pockets though, to make sure you've not got a phone with you or any exam notes, that kind of thing' she said. 'Sure' I said breathlessly, shifting subtley from foot to foot while I handed over my wallet and keys, turning my pockets inside out, aware that she was watching me fidget around. I couldn't help it though, I couldn't stand still for a second, especially knowing that relief was right there in front of me. She checked my wallet, and I crossed my legs and bounced up and down on the spot as discretely as I could manage, bending forwards slightly. 'Sorry, I know I'm teasing you, making you wait like this' she said coyly, glancing at my tightly crossed legs. 'It's ok' I said quietly, beginning to blush, realising it was painfully obvious how desperate I was for a pee. 'Thanks, I'll let you go now!' she said, smiling at me as she handed me back my things, stepping away from the door to let me pass. 'Thanks!' I said gratefully, hurrying in and locking the door behind me. I stepped in front of the loo, frantically tore open my fly and whipped out my cock, letting loose a long stream of piss into the bowl. I sighed with relief, my piss splashing noisily against the water, my bursting bladder emptying at last. I was going for ages, and I must have been peeing for just around a minute, maybe more, sighing loudly as I finally finished. As I was washing my hands, enjoying the feeling of relief washing over me, I suddenly realised that the woman waiting outside the door must have heard me peeing, as the door wasn't particularly thick. I blushed as I dried my hands and opened the door, the woman waiting outside giving me a quick smile before we began to walk back to the exam room. 'Bet you feel better for that' she said cheekily, and I laughed and said that I felt much better, blushing harder as I realised she must have heard my piss as well as my sighs of relief. The rest of the exam was fine, and I managed to finish in time despite my pee break!
  8. Male

    Another good one, can't believe I've not posted this yet, During a science lesson just after morning break, a guy called Jimmy who was known for being a bit of a trouble maker went straight up to the teacher's desk and asked to go to the toilet. The teacher refused and told him that he should have gone during the break. He looked frustrated and started dancing from foot to foot, complaining that he'd been stuck in detention all through break and they 'wouldn't let him go for a wee'. She said it was his own fault for getting a detention and asked him to go and sit down. 'Oh please Miss, I'm bursting' he said, jiggling up and down a bit and reaching down to squeeze his cock for a second, much to the amusement of the teacher and the class. He was blushing and frantic by now and he genuinely did look desperate. The teacher was sympathetic and said that she wasn't supposed to let students go to the toilet in lesson time even if they were desperate, and that he'd just have to hang on until the end of the lesson. Still stepping from foot to foot and bobbing a bit, he groaned and told her that he couldn't wait that long, and asked if she would let him go just this once, promising to be quick, but the teacher stood her ground and told him to go and sit down or he'd be in even more trouble. Reluctantly, and moaning that he was going to wet himself, he went and took his seat just a few feet away from where I was sitting. He spent the next 30 minutes of the lesson constantly wriggling around on the wooden stool, jiggling his legs like mad and occasionally reaching down to squeeze his cock hard through his grey school trousers. He asked several more times for permission to go to the toilet, and each time the teacher patiently refused and told him to wait. At one point he said 'Miss please let me go, I'm honestly going to wee myself, not even joking' while frantically bouncing his knees and squeezing his cock tightly, much to the amusement of the class and the annoyance of the teacher. It amazed me that he was not shy at all about needing to go. The teacher said that she wished she could let him go but she was not allowed to, and she did not have a key to unlock the boys toilets for him. He said that he was that desperate that he would find a bush to wee in, but she just ignored him. With about 15 minutes of the lesson to go, he decided that he couldn't wait anymore. He suddenly stood up and started walking out of the room. The teacher called him back and he paused in the doorway, one hand on the door frame and the other fiddling with his waistband, trying to stop it squeezing his bladder which by now must have been very full and rock hard. She told him there were only 15 minutes of the lesson left and that she would let him go as soon as the bell rang for lunchtime, but he'd be in a lot of trouble if he left the room before the bell and that he would have to go and see the head of year (a very strict, scary woman who nobody wanted to get a telling off from!). He paused for a second, before reaching down and squeezing himself again (in full view of the class), moaning that he was going to wet himself, but he reluctantly went and sat down anyway. After 15 more minutes of constant jiggling on his stool, holding himself and complaining about how much he needed a wee, it was finally the end of the lesson. We stood up waiting for the bell to ring, and Jimmy was standing by the open door, hopping from foot to foot and asking the teacher if she would let him leave early so he could go for a wee. She told him to wait for the bell, and stood in the doorway, blocking it with her arm to stop him running out. After another minute or so, which must have felt like hours for the red faced and fidgeting Jimmy, the bell rang and he was finally allowed to leave. She teacher shouted after him not to run but he ignored her and literally sprinted to the staircase, shouting 'Move!' as he tried to push his way through the crowd of students. I lost sight of him, but as the toilets were on the other side of the school he still had a long and desperate run to endure with a very full bladder before he could finally relieve himself.
  9. Female

    Here are a few reposted from an old thread. These are all train station sightings and most of them involve bursting office workers on the way home. One evening I was faced with a 2 hour wait for the next train home, and the only seats available were right outside the toilets (which you had to pay 30p for). So despite the annoying long wait, I got to see a couple of good sightings. A very attractive brunette woman wearing business attire, probably in her mid 20s, came hurrying towards the toilets, her cheeks flushed. As she got nearer and saw you needed 30p to get in, she swore under her breath and crossed her legs tightly, fished around frantically in her bag to find some change. After looking for a few seconds she bit her lip and hurried off, looking around looking slightly embarrassed, obviously not having any cash on her. She came back a few minutes later looking even more desperate and tense. She walked quickly to the change machine, got the needed coins and hurried into the toilets. A bit later I saw two women in their 30s or early 40s, one blonde and one brunette. They seemed shocked that you had to pay for the toilets and stood to one side, looking around in their hangbags for coins. The blonde woman was crouched down with her bag between the legs, and she looked up at her friend and said something, bobbing up and down. Her friend (who was stood with her legs crossed) laughed and said something back, bouncing on the spot as well. They were both clearly bursting, and the blonde woman eventually found some coins but the brunette was still standing at the change machine. They were standing around looking worried, and I heard them calling over an attendant. It looked as though she’d put money in and hadn’t got any change back, so they had to wait for somebody to open up the machine. The blonde woman couldn’t wait so she went quickly into the toilets, but her friend was left standing around waiting, her legs still tightly crossed. Every so often she’d look around and bite her lip, looking longingly at the toilets. After a few minutes she obviously couldn’t wait any longer, because she shyly admitted to the attendant that she really needed to go but had no change. Luckily for her, the attendant took pity on her and let her through the turnstile, and she said a very relieved sounding ‘Thanks’ as she walked quickly towards relief. After going out for drinks with some colleagues after work, I was waiting on the platform in a busy station when I noticed two very attractive women, both in their 20s, one blonde and one brunette, hurrying off a train that had just pulled into the station. The brunette woman in particular was absolutely gorgeous, with olive skin, wearing a short black skirt. Both of them looked to be in a hurry, but the brunette woman in particular seemed particularly frantic. As soon as they stepped onto the platform they quickly looked down the length of the platform, the brunette woman standing on tip toes to get a better view. ‘I can’t see any, let’s get back on the train and get off at the next stop’ the blonde said, moving towards the train door. The brunette crossed her legs and bit her lip, looking towards the steps towards the platform exit. ‘There must be some up here, come on’ she said quickly, bouncing on the spot with her legs crossed before hurrying up the stairs. The blonde woman didn’t have time to argue as the train doors had already closed, and it was beginning to pull away. It was obvious they were looking for a toilet, and I knew although the station had some, they were just outside the ticket barriers and were quite difficult to find (not to mention you had to pay to use them). They hurried up the stairs and turned the corner. I saw them again back on the platform about 2 minutes later, and by the tense expression on their faces it was obvious they hadn’t managed to find the loos. They anxiously waited for the next train (only about 5 minutes, luckily for them). The brunette woman was dancing from foot to foot, kicking up her legs behind her, biting her lip and jiggling around, not even trying to hide her desperation. The blonde woman had her legs tightly crossed and a similarly worried expression on her face. After another few minutes of fidgeting, lip biting, leg crossing and anxious looks, the train eventually arrived and they quickly got on. Another time at this same station one evening, I was waiting for a train home after I’d had a couple of drinks with some work mates when I saw a very pretty woman in her late 30s, wearing a red coat, flowery skirt and black tights, stood with a guy who I assume was her husband, looking anxiously at the board with the train times on. She couldn’t stand still for a second, and as I watched her she stood on one leg, the other leg brought up behind her with her thighs pushed together, every few seconds alternating which leg she was standing on. She looked absolutely frantic for a wee. She turned to her husband with worried look on her face, dancing quickly from foot to foot, pushing her thighs together as she did so, before she walked quickly down the platform, her husband following behind. Unfortunately I didn’t get to see much more as my train arrived, but it’s not often you get to see a very attractive, well-off looking woman dancing around like a desperate schoolgirl because she needs a pee! Waiting outside my small, local station for a lift home after work, I noticed that there was quite a long queue of people waiting by the bus stop. This was unusual, as usually the bus would have arrived by this time. Quite a few people in the queue were looking annoyed, and clearly the bus was late. One woman in the queue (in her 20s, attractive with shoulder length dark brown hair, wearing a black skirt, black tights and black jacket) was on the phone and had her legs extremely tightly crossed. She stood like this for a few minutes, legs wrapped around each other, before she quickly uncrossed them, bouncing violently on the spot while bending forwards at the waist and squeezing her thighs together, before straightening up and crossing her legs the other way even tighter than before. She was quite clearly absolutely bursting, and the bus being late certainly wasn’t helping. She did this movement a couple more times in the next few minutes, and never stood without her legs wrapped around each other, still speaking on the phone. She must have been absolutely desperate for a wee, as she did not seem to be trying to hide how badly she had to go, or care about the people behind her seeing her fidget around. Eventually, the bus arrived and I saw her getting on with a worried look. The bus was packed, so it’s unlikely she managed to get a seat and had to endure her journey home standing up with very full bladder. Same station as above, I had just got off the train and was waiting outside the station for a lift into town when I noticed an absolutely stunning brunette woman, probably in her late teens or early 20s, obviously waiting for a lift too. She had her legs crossed, and was fidgeting around, pushing her thighs tightly together. She stood like this for a minute, before uncrossing her legs, bouncing from foot to foot for a few seconds, and then recrossing them tightly. She glanced around self consciously to see if anyone had noticed her subtle pee dancing, and she was biting her lip. She looked absolutely bursting, but was obviously embarrassed and trying to hide how badly she wanted to go. My friend arrived in his car a couple of minutes later, so I didn’t get to see how long she still had to wait. Standing in the passenger waiting area at another large station (a small indoor area on the platform with some tables and chairs, a single unisex passenger toilet and a separate toilet for disabled passengers – both locked at this time in the evening), I was reading the news on my phone while waiting for a delayed train when a gorgeous Indian woman wearing smart office attire hurried in through the doors and headed straight for the toilets, her heels clicking quickly on the floor. I watched her surreptitiously, as she was biting her lip and looked quite desperate to go. She reached the door to the toilet and pulled it, sighing quietly in frustration as she found it locked. She quickly walked towards the disabled toilet and found that locked too. She sighed again and walked back towards the door to the waiting area, standing with her legs tightly crossed while texting on her phone. She stood like this for a few more minutes, shoes clicking on the floor as she fidgeted around and tapped her feet, before her train arrived and she left the waiting area, giving one last frustrated look towards the locked toilet door as she did so. Waiting on the platform for a train to London one evening after work, I saw three pretty women in their late 20s/early 30s, one tall blonde woman, and two brunettes, one with darker hair and olive skin, all wearing smart office attire. All three had their legs tightly crossed and the cute darker haired woman could hardly stand still, and although her movements were subtle, it was obvious she had to pee. She went from dancing from foot to foot while bending her knees, to standing on her tip toes with her legs together, to standing with her legs wrapped around each other, all the while fidgeting and giggling with her friends, quite red in the face. I overheard her saying she’d had too many glasses of wine in the pub after work, and her friends were telling her to go and use the toilets on the platform but she said she’d ‘rather cross her legs and wait until she got home’. At this point, the other brunette woman said she needed to go too, and recrossed her legs even tighter than before. My train arrived a short time later, I wonder if they made it home! And finally, I’ve saved the best til last! My flatmate at the time (a very short, cute, pretty Chinese girl who I used to work with) and I were on the train heading back home after going for drinks with some colleagues after work. The train journey was about 45 minutes long, and after 10 minutes or so I noticed her fidgeting in her seat, crossing her legs and bouncing them. As it was a Friday (when most people in our office dress casually for work) she was dressed in black skinny jeans and a very tight t-shirt, revealing her great figure. During a break in conversation I watched her biting her lip and looking out of the window, arms folded in her lap, looking more anxious with each passing minute. It definitely looked like she was getting desperate for a pee. She’d had at least 2 pints of cider in the pub, and I hadn’t seen her leave the table at all for the hour or so we were in there. All that liquid surely must have found its way to her bladder by now and would be aching to be released. She’s usually quite shy about bathroom related things, but whether it was the fact we were good friends or the fact that we were both a little bit tipsy, she turned to me and said quietly ‘I wish there were loos on this train, I’m absolutely dying for a wee’. I laughed and told her she should have gone in the pub before we left. ‘I know, I just forgot. I was gonna go in the station but I couldn’t see any toilets’ she said, grinning sheepishly. After another 10 or 15 minutes she had gone from being chatty and bubbly to staring out of the window, sat right on the edge of her seat, jiggling her thighs with her hands in her lap. She was clearly extremely desperate, focusing on holding on until we got to our station. I asked her if she was OK and she shook her head. ‘I really need to go. I don’t think I can wait until we get back home, I might have to get off at the next station’ she said smiling, though I could tell just how tense she was. ‘Unless you have a bottle I can go in?’ she added cheekily, bouncing in her seat. I laughed and told her I didn’t. ‘Not even joking, I need a wee that badly I’d be tempted’ she said quietly, her voice strained. After another couple of minutes, the train began to slow down for the next station. ‘Yeah I’m gonna get off and use the toilets here, I’m dying’ she said laughing, standing up slowly and making her way to the door. I told her I’d come too as I needed to go as well (which was true, all the pints I’d had to drink had made their way through me). As we stood by the door she crossed her legs and bounced up and down, dancing on the spot and jiggling her hips, one hand grabbing the handle by the door, the other resting over her bladder (there was a visible bulge under her t-shirt, she must have been absolutely bursting by now). ‘Come ooooon I need to gooooo’ she said laughing, urging the train to pull into the station faster. I teased her by asking her what she’d do if the toilets weren’t open (as lots of stations lock their toilets by this time), and she turned to glare at me. ‘Don’t even say that…’ she said biting her lip. She was so focused on getting to them that she obviously hadn’t thought of the possibility of them being closed. After a couple more minutes (which must have felt like forever for the desperate girl dancing on the spot in front of me) we finally pulled in and the doors opened. ‘Finally’ she muttered as she got off and walked quickly in the direction of the toilets, gritting her teeth. Luckily for her, they were right on the platform, and even luckier, they were open. She hurried inside, and I went into the men’s and gratefully emptied my bladder. ‘Feel better?’ I asked her after she came out and we were waiting on the platform for the next train. She nodded, her cheeks flushed. ‘Yeah I do! Sorry, I had to go so badly, I’d have wet myself on the train otherwise’ she said laughing.
  10. Here are a few more, lots more to come: During the start of an afternoon lesson, a cute brunette girl asked the teacher if she could go to the toilet. The teacher said no, and the girl protested saying ‘Oh please miss, I really need a wee’. The teacher told her to go and sit down, and the girl went back to her seat but complained that she was going to wet herself. She sat there jiggling her legs for a few minutes, moaning to her friends about how much she needed a wee, before getting up and running out of the room to the toilets down the corridor, much to the teacher’s annoyance. However, she came straight back as the toilets were locked. She walked over to the teacher’s desk and apologised for running out but said she was nearly wetting herself and asked for the keys to unlock the toilets. She stood there fidgeting and crossing and uncrossing her legs while the teacher gave her a lecture about how she should have gone to the toilet at lunch and how students were not supposed to go to the toilet during lesson time. The teacher then said she would make an exception this time and gave her the keys, and the bursting girl thanked her before hurrying out of the room. At the end of a maths lesson, the last lesson of the day, a tall, slim brunette girl said something to her friend about how she was ‘dying for the loo’ but didn’t have time to go as she had to catch the bus. Her friend asked how long it would take to get home and she replied that it takes over an hour. She looked worried and had her legs very tightly crossed. Her friend was giving her ideas about where she could find a toilet on the way home from the bus stop but the girl said she would just have to hold on until she finally got home. At the end of a maths lesson just before lunch, we were standing behind our chairs waiting for the bell to ring so we could leave. An attractive brunette girl just in front of me crossed her legs as soon as she stood up and was jiggling up and down a bit. She turned around and said to her friend ‘I’m bursting for the loo, I’ve needed it all lesson’, keeping her legs crossed and bending forwards with her hands pushing down on her thighs. She stood there squirming and squeezing her legs together until the bell finally rang, before rushing off down the corridor to the toilets. In an afternoon science lesson, I was sat near two very attractive girls who had been giggly and fidgety all lesson, squirming around on the wooden stools and crossing/uncrossing their legs. At the end of the lesson, one loudly said ‘I need a wee’ and the other replied ‘me too, high five’. I think the first girl needed to go worse as while we were waiting for the bell to ring she was biting her lip and looked really tense, keeping her legs firmly crossed until we were allowed to leave. Both girls hurried quickly to the toilets as soon as the lesson ended. Halfway through an afternoon maths lesson just after lunch, a cute curvy brunette girl wearing a very short skirt was constantly fidgeting her legs around. She was jiggling her knees around, moving her legs into another position, then more jiggling. Later on in the lesson, she was sitting with her legs crossed, still jiggling, and I heard her say ‘I’m so desperate for a wee’. She then put her hand up to get the teacher’s attention, but he was busy helping another student. I heard her say ‘Ohh come on, Sir!’, crossing her legs again and jiggling her foot around, waving her hand in the air. When he came over, she asked a question about the work, still jiggling, and then asked him for permission to go to the toilet. He said no, as it was nearly the end of the lesson. 'Ohh but I'm desperate, please can I go Sir!?' she said, leaning forwards in her seat, but he still wouldn't let her go, much to her frustration. After the lesson was over, she hurried off in the direction of the toilets, although as they were usually kept locked during lesson time she probably had to sit through another lesson, still bursting and unable to do anything about it.
  11. I know it has been over 3 years since I first started this topic, but I was just going through some old files on my laptop and found a lot more sightings which I haven't posted yet. I will get these posted soon in this thread, in the meantime here is one of the best desperation sightings I ever had during my time at school:
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    For anyone interested, here are a few more longer stories about my own desperation in school, some true and others fantasy:
  13. The first one is from a video called Handrang which is on YouTube.
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    Two more short ones: At the end of a morning science lesson just before breaktime, a tall popular boy named Alex was squirming around on his stool so much that the girl next to him noticed, and asked him why he couldn't sit still. 'Because I really need a pee!' he said, much to the amusement of the girl and everyone sat around him. She started teasing him, whispering 'drip drop drip drop', talking about waterfalls and flowing streams and of course his friends sat around thought this was hilarious and started doing the same. Someone even turned on a tap and filled up a glass beaker slowly with water to tease him even more. His face went red and he was fidgeting like crazy and I'm pretty sure his hand went under the desk a few times to hold himself. Luckily for Alex, the bell rang a few minutes later and he rushed out of the room towards the toilets. This one involves me and a friend (Oli) one lunchtime. We had been in the library most of lunchtime, and with about 5 minutes before the end of lunchtime the library closed so we left to go outside. By this time I was bursting for a pee, I'd not had chance to go since arriving at school that morning, so as we passed the boys toilets I tried to go in, only to find that the door was locked. I swore under my breath and stamped my foot in frustration. I glanced at Oli and caught him squeezing his cock through his trousers with a worried expression on his face. He quickly let go and said 'Can we try the other toilets? I really need a piss', stepping from foot to foot. I laughed and said I did as well. From his frantic tone and urgent expression, I got the feeling that he was really desperate to go and was reaching his limit. We hurried across the school, trying to find some open toilets before the bell rang for 2 hours of afternoon lessons with no chance of relief. Luckily for us, we made it in time and found the other set of boys toilets open. We hurried to the urinals, unzipped and had two very long, relieving pees. Oli was peeing for ages with a very strong stream, and sighed with relief afterwards, so it must have been a very close call.
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    Just remembered another one: One afternoon I was in a 2 hour science lesson, which was the last lesson of the day. We were in a science lab for the first hour, sat on hard wooden stools. Towards the end of the first hour, I noticed that a tall, slim gay guy named Ryan, who was sat a few stools along from me, couldn't sit still. He was constantly shifting around on his stool, jiggling his legs and tapping his hands on his thighs. He kept glancing at the clock, then back at our teacher, and it looked to me like he was considering asking permission to go the toilet. The problem was, our teacher was quite strict, and never let anybody go. I heard Ryan say to the girl sat next to him ''I really need a wee, do you think Miss will let me go?'. The girl laughed and shook her head, and Ryan sighed in frustration, leaning forwards on his stool for a second before resuming his frantic leg bouncing. Just then, the teacher told us that for the second hour, we had to move to a classroom in a separate building. When he heard this, Ryan stood up and said 'Oh thank God, I can finally go for a wee'. He jiggled a bit on the spot before hurrying out the room, trying to get out as quickly as he could, much to the amusement of his friends. I didn't see him again until we were lining up outside the classroom waiting for the teacher, when he came rushing up the corridor looking red faced and out of breath. 'The boys toilets are locked but the girls are open. I really, really need a wee.' He bounced on the spot and briefly squeezed his cock through his slim school trousers. 'I haven't had a wee since this morning, I can't wait! What shall I do?!' One of his friends said he should just use the girls toilets if he was that desperate. He said he was bursting but didn't want to get in trouble. Someone else told him that he better decide soon, as the teacher would be here any minute and would make him wait another hour before he could have a wee. He jiggled and squeezed his cock again, and said that there was no way he could hold on for another hour. By this point, practically the entire class had wandered down the corridor to the toilets to see what he was going to do! After a few seconds of debate, with lots of jiggling on the spot and bending over, and pulling the waistband of his tight trousers away from his very full bladder, he decided to use the girls toilets, and rushed inside only to see an older girl washing her hands. 'Sorry, I really need a wee!' he said, before rushing into a cubicle and relieving himself. His friends found the whole thing hilarious, and they teased him when he came out. He was very red faced and embarrassed, but looked very relieved, telling us how much better he felt.